Julian finally pulled his gaze away from Scarlett, lifting his eyes to look at Quentin. His tone was utterly detached. "How would you like to proceed, Mr. Thorne?"
Quentin offered a tight smile. "Mr. Croft, you and I are old friends, and since Ms. Langley is a close friend of yours, I won't beat around the bush. I'd like to ask her, out of respect for you, to destroy those videos of my daughter."
Scarlett, about to take a sip of the drink Julian had just poured her, paused. She looked at him. "Does that mean Thorne Industries plans to move forward with the Flynn Group?"
Quentin's tone was measured, but his stance was uncompromising. "To be perfectly honest, the Flynn Group remains our ideal partner."
The implication was clear: the deal with Yardley was happening, regardless of the blackmail.
Scarlett and Julian exchanged a look. Before she could say a word, he spoke up.
"Would you consider dropping the Flynn Group to partner with Croft Design Studio instead? We aren't just looking to provide the architectural blueprints. We want to come in as major financial investors. Together, we can turn this S-Class Cultural Tourism Town Project into a landmark achievement that bridges Bay City and Sutton City. We have absolute confidence in this."
Quentin froze, clearly caught off guard. He opened his mouth to reply, but Veronica slammed her hands on the table and shrieked.
"Don't even think about it! The deal with Yardley is set in stone! Thorne Industries will never let you buy your way in! Scarlett, don't think I don't know exactly what you're doing!"
"Veronica! That's enough!" Quentin barked.
She let out a bitter, deranged laugh. The dam holding back her rage shattered, and no amount of interference from her father could stop her now.


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